Lady Absinthia

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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@rivaan @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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October 4th, 1924 - 8:00 p.m. Local Time

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Museum: Neema thought about what Lauren had said, and while the woman might had said it as a joke, Neema was taking a more much serious approach to it. After a moment of contemplation the woman finally spoke up. "Ghosts? No. But there are other things in this world to believe in even if some might say otherwise," she said as she stood there.

Keeping her eyes on the new assistant Neema had to smile some. It was a rather awkward position for the man to be in. Thankfully even if he had looked up, chances were he wouldn't see anything. Western women still seemed to wear a lot of layers of peticoats when they wore skirts. That was, unless they were more free spirited. The old woman figured that the star of stage and screen would have been one that wouldn't have worn a single one. That would have made things very awkward.

At least for the assistant, seemed that Akhmed wouldn't have had an issue as he walked out of the front of the museum and glanced over at Mosi. Then again, maybe he would have considering even with his darker skin tone one could tell he was blushing at the thought of being Josephines significant other. "It is I who is honored," he said towards Josephine as he lead the women to the curb and hailed a cab for them.

"Hour is late but these demonstrations takes so long, we should make it just at the break point for the evening," he explained as a taxi pulled up and he opened the door to help the ladies in. He waited and assisted as needed. Only finally climbing in once they were situated and comfortable. Speaking in Arabic he gave directions to the driver and they were finally off.

The hour was becoming late. So late in fact that as Vera looked at her watch she was becoming concerned. There was still no word from Peter or George. Had they lost track of time? Surely the sun setting and nearly set at this point would have let them know it was time to get back to the museum. Had something happened? No, everything was fine. She had to keep telling herself that, one had already died today, the chances of someone else getting hurt were not something to dwell on.

Taking Reginalds hand she nodded. It wasn't often but it had been a long day, her mind was swimming, it was probably better she had someone to lean against, just in case. Not so much for her sake but for the sake of the artifacts within the museum that could easily be ruined if she made one misstep too many. "Yes, please do. To the right out of my office, end of the hallway you will turn left, three doors down and another left. Follow it to the end and then through the double doors to the stairs which will lead you down to the archives, two flights," she said giving instruction to Nora before moving with Reginald out of the office and in the very direction she had just spoken.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Emotions were too much, all running together at this point. Alicia was lucky, more than some. She had been a Paradox for a bit now and had had at least some training. She could manage not to shut off her Empathy but scale it back to where it wasn't in the forefront of her mind. She had to right then. There was just too much running around in her heart right then. Even on the best of days it was hard to be so empathetic. A couple of people and good emotions were a lot to handle. All these new people, going through what she went through on her first day, and on top of that Peter being brought back the way he was. She had been hard pressed not to shut down already but she had managed to keep open. Yet now, that was enough. At least for a bit.

Looking over at Sophia she nodded. "Yeah, even without your ability it is some strong shit to deal with. Don't want to know how bad it is when you have a nose better than a fucking blood hound now," she said as she sat there. Pouring herself a drink into a glass she braced herself and took a drink. It was harsh. Moonshine couldn't not be harsh. It was just ~brewed~ that way. Well not brewed, oh hell, like she knew the process for making the shit. She didn't. An ex of hers in a life that felt like a dream most days did. She was never one even then to go toying around with the distillation building. Always smelt too much like rotting tortillas for her liking.

James was helping himself so Alicia poured for anyone else that wanted one and slid the glasses, well mason jars over to them, with a look of warning in her eyes. Not so much a don't do that thing but a be careful thing. Looking over at James she nodded. "Yeah, don't know the full story of how we got this but hey, was slightly nostalgic when I first saw the bottles. Granted, it is fucking odd speaking about someone that isn't alive right now but is. Shit I guess that is everyone outside of here isn't it?" she said before shrugging to herself and taking another drink. She hissed a bit and kicked at the ground. "Why do I think Papi would have loved this shit?" she laughed slash coughed as she looked over at James.

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Evelina Lucas

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House106)
Skills: Diplomacy, Memory Training, History

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Evelina nodded towards Gilbert before he left. She looked back at the door and turned the knob, opening it slowly and stepping it. Half shutting it behind her she slowly moved over to the bed where Peter had been laid out. She left it partially open in case that Andromeda decided to join her but closed it just enough to where Peters body wouldn't be in full view of anyone that passed by. She wasn't going to press for help in this matter. It wasn't that she didn't want some, it wasn't that she did. It was up to the new Paradox to what she did with her time currently.

Looking down at Peter her lips thinned slightly. This was never easy but she made sure to handle each Paradoxes death if she could. Part of it was a respect thing, for them choosing to live this life when they could have chosen something else. Though most of it was because as each Paradox was created she found herself feeling like a mother in a way to them. In a way she birthed them, she brought them into this world. She was the mother that breathed life into them, Gio was the father that bought them home. Gilbert was the fun uncle and Nancy was the strange aunt. They were one really damn odd family that made the Crypt line perfectly normal in many ways.

Unbuttoning her sleeves she rolled them up and stepped over to the dresser where there was a pitcher of water, a bowl, and same rags. Each room had this for morning clean up. Now it would be used to wash the body. She would fetch a needle and thread later to sew up as much skin as she could but for now, the layer of blood and sand was enough to deal with. "Death is hard enough but this is why you never go back, those that mourned you once will now have to mourn you again Peter," she said as she dipped a cloth into the water and rung it out. She spoke as if he could still hear her, as if she could still teach him a lesson. Though odd it was not an uncommon trait among those that tended to the dead. Many a mortician spoke to the bodies that passed into their lives.

George, while covered in oatmeal, was having a better time of things that Evelina was. Oatmeal was far easier to clean up than blood. Pointing over to the back of the mill he nodded to Gio. "Mmm, over there," he said before turning away and placing his back to Gio. Only two people within their home of a loop had seen him without his mask. Peter was one and now he would see it no more. Nancy was the other. Sure the Emendators could look through time and see it but he hadn't been comfortable enough in front of the other to remove his mask himself in front of them.

Walking over to the water bucket Gilbert had in there for cleaning he made sure to keep his back to everything and everyone he could as he pulled his mask off. Beneath it lay what remained of his face. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket he began to clean his face and his mask up. "Mmm, breakfast," he said, trying to crack a a joke as he got rid of the thick substance. At least she hadn't put dye in it this time. Last time he had run into one of Alicias pranks it had been a meringue pie that hit him in the bathroom when he turned the shower water off. It had stained him pink for three days.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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• FA:
  • Moves 1 square, takes a swipe at Nor, misses.
• CLB:
  • Is rearing from last attack still for some reason, holding position
• FC:
  • Tries to get out from under the bear, fails strength check, is still trying but it isn't working.
• FDW:
  • Fast little fucker, moves quickly, seems to be heading for Thomas or Satilla
• GRZ:
  • Can only go one way at this point - towards the wall - slams Sana into the wall as it lets her go - does moderate damage but Sana is on the ground now and not moving currently. Turns and is now facing Keystone.
• FSC:
  • Slithers to the wall, up it, and onto the ceiling.
• TZ:
  • Moves 1 square
• FB:
  • Moves 2 squares
• H.F.:
  • Like the Centipede, he is stunned for some reason. Holds position this round.

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New Rotation:
Sana
Cyn
Keystone
Sat
Nor
Thomas
H.F.
FDW
FSC
CLB
FB
fC
FA
TZ
GRZ

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Sana

Location: The Tower - 3rd Floor
Interacting With: The floor
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Sana had a feeling climbing out of bed today that it was going to be a bad day. Had she known it was going to be this damn bad she would have stayed in bed, or left the village, or put a tea cozy on her head and ran through the village singing for the hell of it. Getting nearly hugged to death was just not the Gypsy's idea of a good time, nor was getting slammed against the wall. There were many things on her top one hundred list of shit I'd like to do today, these things were no where on it. Granted they weren't on her don't do today list but it was a rare day indeed that someone woke up and went to themselves, "you know? I know what I don't want to do today, get hugged to death by a zombie..." It just wasn't one of those list out things. Until now that was.

On the bad side, Sana hit the wall, and feel like a heap of discarded clothing to the floor. Good news was that the poison that was in her system had finally run its course. Very good thing considering how bad a shape she was in. While she didn't have a lot of external injuries save some cuts and abrasions, she was severely damaged on the inside thanks to hug/wall (which trumps face wall any day). It was a moment or two but she finally moved, coughing harshly as she drew in the first full breath she had been able to in far too long. Resting a hand against the floor she began to try to push herself up but this was going to take a bit. She was nearly as gray as the zombie behind her now. The only real color about her now was the blood splattering around her lips from where she had coughed. Yet by the end of her turn she was on her feet, if barely.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Jahosafat & Atticus

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Location: Lady Luck: Table Main Room, Table Main Room
Skills: Carouse, Social Science -> Psychology

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Jahosafat watched the preacher, this man was something but the thing was as far as psychology went he wasn't that interesting. At least not in the doctors eyes. Sure he was colorful and one could probably write a whole book on how one taking the vows of the cloth could buck against the system and at the same time use it for their own gains. It was a tale as old as time though. Atticus was pretty straight forward and easy to read. The man had his vices, those he did not hide. He had his virtues, again, things he did not hide. He was an open book or bible in this case. He was Eden and Sodom all rolled into one simple package bound together in a rosary. He had to admit though the man could be entertaining and more than that a good distraction. Though that distraction could have been better used if he had showed up when Anisa had a gun out. Now that would have been useful.

Atticus laughed a bit. Sure him being in his boxers was probably a little out of place but it wasn't entirely so. It wasn't the first time they had stopped on a world or a moon and he had done something like this. In fact it was par for the course. At least this time he hadn't been thrown out a window. Hell for that matter, at least this time he had boxers on. Last time he had been thrown out a window into a tub of water out front for horses, without his boxers and they had burned his clothes. He ended up walking three miles back to the ship the way god had brought him into this world. Completely bare assed naked. So this was a step up that was for sure.

"Well hell, at least it isn't strip poker or I would be already be in trouble," Atticus laughed as he pulled his pants on and then sat down. "Hello," he said grinning towards Fitz. "A new sheep for the folk splendid! Tell me son, what are your sins?" he asked as he was pulling his boots back on.

Jahosafat had promised to dance once the hand was done. The hand was done. While he had wanted to do a singles toe tapping to start it seemed his partner in crime was going to share a dance with Jackie to start. That didn't mean he had to wait. He could find a partner as well. Looking at the table as he put his hat on, and a fine hat it was, he ran his finger over the lip of it. "So out of you fine ladies that remain, which would enjoy a dance or two. I assure you, I will not trample your toes and be a complete gentleman with my actions," he said before slipping the deck of cards to the middle of the table.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @FantasyChic @Nallore

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Queensguard Research: "Exactly, patience is a virtue that normally pays off in spades," he said as he stood there and then took a long sip of his drink. His eyes stayed on Elizabeth though as he stood there. The woman kept the phone close to her ear and it didn't look as if she was reacting at all to what was being told her to even though there was a long silence as she stood there before she finally spoke. "Yes, that is understandable. Continue forward using what avenues are needed. I will be along after the event has concluded and we can confer then," she said before hanging up the phone.

One of the women standing next to her spoke, it was McCormick. "As I was saying, the new contracts should be completed and we can proceed with crossing of T's and dottings of I's when it is most convenient," the Admiral of the Navy said. Elizabeth nodded as she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

"Yes, we can adjourn to the meeting room shortly to take care of that matter," she said as her eyes turned and landed on Wentworth. "Well, it is nice to see that you were able to make it this evening, I was wondering if you were going to come considering everything that has transpired."

"Business is business and pleasure is pleasure," Wentworth said before turning his attention back to Mali. "So tell me, is this your first Queensgaurd event?" he asked before scratching his ear a little bit.



A Safehouse in the Deadlight District: Roy looked over towards Riley and sighed. He hated keeping her out of the loop right then but there were some things he needed to say. It wasn't anything that Riley didn't already know but depending on how Priya reacted it might be best for them to be outside. At least for now. He gave Riley a strained smile and told her he would be right back before making sure he and Priya were fully outside and the door was shut.

As the woman spoke he listened and waited for her to finish before he began. "I would hope I know more about this than you do considering you have been on the clock a few hours in this town. If this was New York I would defer to you but this is Justice, so it's my turf." He wasn't being short or harsh as he spoke, he was just being matter of fact.

"This town, and many other places are run by an organization known as Juno, I work for them. Not because I want to. They got to me. I came clean to my partner and Riley. They know the deal. Yes she is a civilian but Riley is in the middle of this. Her roommate is my partner. Who I consider a partner. Not who was assigned to me. We are neck deep in some serious shit and keeping Riley out of the loop, breaking protocol or not, is putting her life in danger. She is a major target and the cops at our precinct are on the books, they are crooked. Shit, most of the fucking town is one way or another. Riley and my partner are one of two that I am sure are not. So they have my trust."

He left it at that for now. Glancing around he kept an eye out and wondered if they were going to be okay being out like that for long.

The Sound Of Madness: Nurse Cratty nodded. "Yes Doctor, I will," she said before hanging up the phone. "This way," she added to the police and showed them to the stairs. Walking up them and explaining they had had a break out and in the process an orderly had been killed. This made the cops pause and groan before sending word through to the station that they would need the forensics team and the morgue team to come pick up a body. Cratty showed them to Jainas room before excusing herself. She hadn't told them everything, kept it vague for now. She wasn't lying but she wasn't just going to be an open book. Dealing with these types for as long as she had made her wary. Stepping out of the room she glanced around and waited for the doctor to show up, that way the cops could talk to her directly. Cratty hadn't seen the murder so there was nothing more for her to say in her mind.

Cynthia ran over to Jaina and wrapped her arms around her friend, at the waist and hugged her tight. "Circus! Circus we're going to the circus!" she yelled as she bounced around still hugging Jaina. "Come paint me with me!!!" she added before grabbing her friends hand and pulled her over to the body. It was still warm.

"Yes, the Circus," Mom said before looking over at Risa. "Get what I wanted?" she asked and Lucas nodded as he pulled from his coat pocket a flash drive.

"The records from the Asylum you wanted." Lucas was all business now as he handed off the flash drive. Mom looked at it and then pulled from her back pocket an envelop.

"And the blue prints of Queensguard you wanted," she said as she handed it over to Risa.

"Good, you got them?" she asked as she looked over at Jaina and Cynthia.

"Yeah, we have a circus to visit and then the real fun begins," she grinned sadistically.

"Jaina, she's taking you to Bazhooli and then some more fun. I will see you later, with a big surprise," she said as Lucas took the envelop from Risa and the two made their way out. Before she left, Risa pulled out ceramic dagger and set it down. "Have fun with it, it's your ticket into the circus," she added before she caught up with "Prince Harry."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Please remember to update your locations in your header with roads and such. (I will update general maps when you all are done and off your current one. Let me know when you are at the edge! If you do not tag me in chat I will not bother giving you a new updated map >.>) *Once your map is updated, make sure your header includes Graph Location as well as streets or other markers please.

Attack on Eden - 4/16/18 Update

Hordebuster 4/16/18 Update - 1 square max a round for now

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Eden

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Location: Eden: 22, Tank on Right Fork Of Road Between 21 and Main Eden Building, Behind the Tank
Skills: Survival, Tank Operations, Land Navigation, Hunting, Rifle, Sniper Rifle

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Such a place was Eden. Names for the garden itself, spoken about in the bible. A place of peace, a place of perfect weather and perfect life. Just do what you were told to do, don't touch what you were told not to touch, don't question, fall in line, and all will be well. That was Eden. To this day that was Eden, in a way. Those that lived there now struggled daily, with their own demons but they were there and they were surviving. At least they were surviving but living was the point these days was it not? Or maybe it wasn't. People were just surviving instead of living even before the outbreak. That was just how human kind was. Yet there were far less human wandering around today. At least, not what was normally known as a human for the majority of history.

Odd thoughts to have but each of the people that were in Eden right now, outsiders, were having these thoughts, at least some of them. Though truth be told. Gavins version in his head was a bit longer in though and drawl and much darker. Lolas was brighter and much more colorful in her words. Thana was the middle ground both in action and in thought. Gavin was picking off Edenites one by one with his rifle, sticking behind the tank as he went. Lola was bouncing in her seat and laughing at the fools trying to shot at a tank. Thana was keeping a close eye on Thalia as she moved and stayed low.

Whether any of those in Eden had spotted Gavin yet couldn't be figured out right then. He was staying behind the tank for the most part but he wasn't hiding. Granted when someone had a tank coming right at them they tended not to pay attention to anything else. I mean it was a fucking tank, yet maybe they needed to since something was killing their people and it wasn't the tank. Gavin was racking up one hell of a death count so far and the Texan Country Boy was loving every minute of it, maybe a bit too much.

Thana wasn't racking up another death to her count just yet. Thalia had taken point and snuffed out a mans life candle. Thana nodded when she got the single and quickly made her way across. What she knew was that in front of them things seemed pretty clear and in front of the main Eden building there were only a few. What she didn't know or perhaps just didn't notice as of yet were the two that had caught sight of Thalia when she went to the tennis court. They were not able to cross the grounds in time to stop her, in fact they were still a bit ways back but they had Thana in their sights.

Lola had something in her sight as well right then. She was laughing as she drove. "Shit girl, you were born north of the equator. You're a yank," she chortled as she drove. "More bullets on us, less on the rest," she said as she got the tank into position and finally cleared the treeline enough for Beatrice to have a clear shot. "Fire when you're ready!" she called out and slowed the tank to a stop. This would be a good place to hold position and hopefully stopping the tank would let Gavin know his asses needed to take cover before the big badda boom.

The cowboy may have been a bit different and acted like a goof a lot of the time, it didn't mean he was stupid. The tank stopping did make him pause and he looked around it, taking aim and about to pop off another round but then he saw the large main building and a dark grin spread across his features. Seemed things were falling into place as he heard the main cannon moving. Oh someone was taking aim. Stepping behind the tank he ducked down a bit and halfway plugged his ears. When they took out part of the bridge they had been further back and he had still gotten showered with debris. This time he wanted to make sure he had at least some cover. Would suck to get taken out by a flying piece of window or a stray club that got way too much velocity.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Dining Hall, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
Skills: Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Etiquette, House

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Lord Egerton nodded slightly towards Colette and smiled. "I hope he is faring well," he said in passing as he lead her to the end of the table and to the seat to the left of his at the head of the table. Rutherford moved behind him and Millicent stepped carefully to keep up as Lord Rutherford took the seat to the right of Thomas and placed Millicent to the left of himself. Both men made sure to pull out chairs for the women on their arms and push them in as they sat down. Millicent gave a thin lipped nod and a quiet thank you to Rutherford for his assistance but it seemed that she was looking a bit more pale than she had earlier. She had looked rather pale all evening but it was lending a bit more to the flushness of her features even with the make up.

Once Thomas seated himself the rest of the guests made her to sit finally. There was a whirl wind of servants moving in now as they brought in bowls of Le Potage Printanier and set them down before each of the guests. It was a common thing to serve a "spring time" soup as the first course of the meal and well the French were the go to when it came to fine dining. Millicent looked down at the Green Pea Soup before her and breathed in the scent. There was a hint of mint coming from the bowl which was an interesting addition but one she was not going to complain about, especially in this heat. The fact they were serving it chilled as well was a nice change. This heat was murder.

Looking over towards Colette, Millicent picked up her spoon and tried to start what would be of normal conversation right then. "Lady Fontaine, how was your journey here from France? Were the waters calm for your travels?" she asked as the two gentlemen with them started to joke about some of the other peers stationed further down the table. It was nothing harsh, all in good fun as they spoke about one being dehorsed during the last fox hunt. Though Millicent shifted slightly in her seat as Rutherfords hand found its way to her knee under the table and hidden from the eyes of the others sitting there.

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Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Her Private Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
Skills: English, Diplomacy

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Elizaveta turned the key and unlocked the trunk that was near one of the "walls" of the tent. Opening it up she listened to Mary speak and there was a small bit of relief in her mind. She had no doubt that Mary could ride, the woman arrived on horse back, but riding and riding were two different things and one needed to be skilled for what lay before them. As she listened she pulled out several burlap wrapped bundles. They did not look as if they were anything of royalty and there was good reasoning for that, they weren't. They were of a much more practical nature.

"I believe until ve have set the Circus far behind us, ve vill need to dress as if ve are, hov do you say, of common birth?" she said as she turned and pulled the butchers twin which held one of the packages closed. Pushing aside the burlap it was revealed there was a simple looking brown shirt, darker green leggings, riding boots, riding cloak, and a few other odds and ends that would go with such attire. "The less ve stand out the better I vould think. This is one time it vould be best not to draw attention to ourselves."

Picking up two more packages she handed one over to Mary and set one next to Virginia. (So she could finish her going over of the paper work and signing it before anything else.) The clothing while plain wouldn't get the attention of anyone in the circus, it was embellished enough to be seen as something perhaps one would wear around the circus for daily chores or the like. The hardest part to start this mission of theirs vould to be getting out of the circus vithout being seen. "Feel free to change behind the screen if you are more comfortable," Elizaveta said to Mary with a smile. The clothes were modest enough so she wasn't too worried about that, but changing in front of strangers might have been a bit much for the nun. Sister Sophia never even adjusted her attire in public.

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Ludwig Zimmer

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Location: Food Table, Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
Skills: English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries

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The waves, crashing in and rolling over the sands bring in the new and wash away the old. Such were things, such was life, such was death, such were the people within the tent as more started to come in. It was time to party, it was time to be glad, not mad. No never mad. It was wondrous, it was wonderful, it was a wonderland. Smile to each, in the dark, in the light. It was a story, writing itself. They had fallen into the hole and why would they leave. Yes, fall. More of you fall. TO the chairs, to the tables, to the drink and the foods. Drink Me. Eat Me. Tea and cakes, vodka and meats. Jump, a new chair, a new table, move about. Jabber, jabber, Walk and jabber, jabberwalk.

Somewhere south of hell, north of heaven, east of the sands, and west of the seas. In the center, in the center ring. New faces, faces he didn't know. Faces that didn't know him. Won't you come home. Come home. Home to the world where there is no such thing as time. No such thing as... A name, what was in a name? His name. Oh him! Words to him!

Spinning and dipping, drumming his fingers to his journal that he pressed to his chest. Head whipping and tripping over its bones, looking at Vlad and grinning. A new face. A face new than his. A step, was it a stumble or a tumble. A fall. No just a buckle as his eyes, through his glasses, went to the new man brought by the glad man. Not a mad man. Old man was a glad man. New man looked like a mad man.

"Oh don't be so mad. Careful to be mad for if you are mad, if you are not they will call you mad. They call me mad. I am anything but mad, except when they call me mad. Even then no mad. Just glad and frustrated. Funny, weaving, like threads in a tapestry. Woven, hoven, behooved. Thalken? Thalk? Talk! Mr. Talk. Talk, come, say hello. Bites I do not. Dieter might if he doesn't like you. My ferret, not my brother. My brother never bit, well once he did. I still may have the scar," Ludwig rambled off as he came closer and closer to Thalkin, his head and and body bobbing close and back, close again. His journal being shoved into his bag as he grabbed his shirt and lifted it slightly and started examining his belly. "Hrm, no mark, no more. Still feel it from tie to time. In the night, at the darkest, when it is silent. no silence, too silent, call you mad they will, come. say hello. Talk Mr. Talk," he added with a grin and then went suddenly silent as he stared at Thalken, his eyes widening as if he was expecting the man to suddenly sprout wings.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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@rivaan @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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October 4th, 1924 - 7:45 Local Time

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Museum: Neema looked over towards Lauren and then back at the ladder, then over to the new assistant to Vera, and then back to the ladder. "I think we should get to the top of the next row over and see if there are foot marks or any disturbing of the dust up top. Not this one, don't want to disturb anything before the local law enforcement arrives but yes, I am curious to know if some one was up there recently," she said as she looked at the ladder and then moved over to the next row and pulled ladder over there. "This is where you youngsters come in," she said with a grin. The woman was obviously more than capable still wielding her weapon but hey, maybe her knees were bad at her age. "I'll keep an eye on the crates for now."

Akhmed nodded towards Mosi before turning his attention back to Josephine. "You needn't worry, I will be a rock as long as you have need for one and a pillow after that if you would like," he said with a wiry grin before standing and keeping her pulled close to him.

Vera looked over at Reginald and shook her head. "I shall come with you Lord Major. I do wish to examine as well, see if perhaps more is missing down there than what you all have noticed. No one knows the cataloging system better than I," the Lady Munn said insisting that she go along. She bit her bottom lip slightly. She wasn't exactly a brave person but her reason was this. She trusted the Lord Major, she trusted Lady Kingston, she did not trust the front guard more than her own uncle and she didn't know her new assistant that well as of yet. It was logical that she should go to the archives.

Akhmed was going to suggest that he escort Lady Munn to the front for the Lord Major but it seemed she was firm on remaining with her uncle. Nodding he kept a tight arm around Josephine and began to make his way out of the office and towards the front to catch up with Mosi. Hopefully the curator had notified the local authorities by now and they would be here shortly. "Let us get you out of here?" he said in a calming voice as he continued to walk.

Vera looked around. The fact that Mr. Drake had vanished was not sitting well with her. She would have to check the logs at the front of the museum to see if he signed out before he left for the day. Though if he hadn't it wouldn't mean much. He tended to snub his nose at such paper work. She was the one that normally had to sign out for him. Looking at her watch she checked the time, there was still time for Peter and George to return before she started worrying.

"Yes, let us go check out the archives. Perhaps they could use a hand down there," she added as she moved to walk towards the door of her office. In true Vera form she tripped over the edge of the table as it caught her shin. Yet she managed to catch herself as well before making her way out of the office. Normally she would have locked it but at this moment, what was the point. What was important in there had already been stolen hadn't it?

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
Skills: Empathy

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Seemed a lot of people were in the mood for a drink and Alicia couldn't blame them. It was a big day, a lot had happened, a lot more was happening, and some still had not presented yet. This was going to be a long evening. She remembered her first day on the grounds and it was a lot to take in. Even arriving as the only one of the day. This was a large group which added to the chaos and complicated things. She still wondered why Evelina had chosen to bring so many to the table today but whatever the reason was she was sure that Lady Luck had a reason. The woman never seemed to do anything without having a plan, and a back up plan, and rethought said plan fifty times.

Looking over at Faith she smirked a bit. "That is some crazy shit. Ever see that movie League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? Let's hope it doesn't work like that," she chuckled a bit before shrugging. "No idea. For me, things stopped when I calmed down and got stronger when I got pissed. Should have seen the shit I sent out in dreams by mistake the first week. Fucking nightmares chica," she said before glancing back over at Bart and having to stifle back a laugh. "Granted sometimes the truth is far more fucked up than anything I can imagine," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Seemed she got the point across to the man.

Stepping fully inside the Kitchen House, Alicia went into a cupboard and pulled out some mason jars full of white liquid and some empty smaller ones. "Good fucking thing about Emendators, they can get anything," she said as she set the jars down and turned a label to face James. Holloway was on the label. She grinned slightly as she straddled a chair and unscrewed a top. The smell was intense and made her reel back a bit. "Damn that is some strong shit. Take it slow..." she warned but had the warning come too late?

While Alicia was dealing with Paradoxes living, George needed to prep a hole for a dead one. He looked over at Gio and nodded slightly. "Mmm, thank you," he said. He had already started from the place he had set Peters body down on the road towards the Mill but he stopped to speak before continuing. He would need shovels before heading down to the trees near the waters edge. He wouldn't mind the help and was thankful Gio was willing to help. The two were not the closest but he respected the man and knew better than to think just because Gio looked to be the oldest that he would have any problem digging a hole.

Seemed Nancy was coming as well and he couldn't help but let a small smile form on his face at her words. She was a feisty and there was something about her that he enjoyed being around. At least enough to be comfortable around her, like a sister. The mill wasn't far and it shouldn't have taken anytime at all but as he opened the door to the mill there was he sound of a snap and slowly he turned around to look back at Nancy. If he could. There was tin pie plate and whip cream stuck to his face. The pie plate slowly slipped from his face but the cream, was not going anywhere right then, at least not quickly. "Yours or Alicias?" he asked as he licked his lips and stood there.

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Evelina Lucas

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House (201 -> 106)
Skills: Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History

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Evelina turned her head with a quickness, to where it seemed as if it would nearly snap. Eying Andromeda for a moment before the slightest of smiles tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was a rare twinkle in her eye before she spoke. "Now that my dear is a right brilliant inquiry. When a body is buried within a loop it remains, just as we do. When the loop is broken time is just how it is. For example, say we live here for the next forty years before we must break this loop. When this loop is broken, this time, this place will just become November first, nineteen hundred and forty three. Only moving forward that split second before time continues as it does. His body will remain and then begin its traditional decay within the earth at that time."

As Evelina spoke it was without a hint of emotion, as if she was delivering a lecture to a class instead the death of one that was like family and what would have to his body personally. The woman had to maintain a form of detachment in her life. With as much life and death that she dealt with, that came at her hands despite having no control when the skill decided to act, it was a form of self preservation that without she might very well have been driven mad some eons ago. Yet some could argue that she was mad to continue on as she had through out the centuries. Madness though was in the eye of the beholder, at least that was what she had heard one say before. Granted he disliked being called mad so perhaps that was why he said such things.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she began to disrobe. It was a tedious process in the attire that she favored. Zippers were not something she favored. Thankfully in this time and place, the modern zipper was still a young thing. Buttons were key and it seemed that Evelina chose garments that had more than their fair share. The fact she could undo the smallest of them even with her nails long and filed to near talon like points seemed rather impractical. That was until someone watched the way she dispatched of each button. The way she used the pointed and curved tips of her nails to work as a button hook once would to make quick and simple work of each small fastening. In the end it was a rather practical reason to have nails the way they were. Now why they were painted navy blue, that was just styling there.

As she changed she glanced around her room some what, looking at the pictures and items she had collected over the long span of her life. "One my believe that due to their age and my own that the bow was always my preferred weapon and yet it wasn't until time rolled into the years known as anno domini that I truly found a respect for them. Before that, they were nothing more than a necessity. Though perhaps a shield and spear would have been more fitting considering the time spent in Sparta and Scandinavia." She spoke as she dressed, checking to ensure her hair was still pinned properly in place, and adjusting the bow on the apron she now wore.

"So, tell me my dear. What time period intrigues you the most?" she asked as she stepped to the door and opened it. It was a purposed question as she motioned for Andromeda to follow her. Making her way through the house towards another room. The question could let her infer some things about one of her newest Paradoxes. Yes she could focus and see every moment of the womans life, moments she had herself forgotten, yet she couldn't read the womans mind. Just because someone lived through something didn't mean you knew what they were thinking at that time.

Seeing Gilbert there as she rounded the corner Evelina gave him a slight nod. It seemed that he was lost in a pondering. "Thank you," she said, gratitude laced in her voice as she spoke. Stopping at the door marked 106 she rested her hand on it and tilted her head to the side a bit before glancing towards Andromeda. "You do not have to enter the room with me but I must prepare the body now." It was another matter of fact statement, a warning of what laid within. Turning the handle she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

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